|Could be a music festival, I suppose.|
At least I had the good sense to call my mom's doctor and the hospital bed place while I walked on the beach this morning. While there is not yet a bed on the way, my blood pressure is probably just fine.
Quote from the conversation with the medical equipment place: "You could just pay out-of -pocket to rent a bed from us."
Quote from the doctor's office staff, (delivered in a whine): "They keep asking us for more paperwork. It's not our fault they keep changing what they want."
I'm grateful that my mom has had more good days than bad days in the past week.
But I have decided that a formal complaint to Medicare is in order. Probably that will involve my computer, and won't be able to be done from my "office" on the sand.